We often do some very impromtu activities with our kids. and sometimes their creativity, with a sprinkling of ideas from mom, can inspire a great activity.
My 7 year old son came home from school saying that after homework was done he wanted to write a poem. "What kind of poem?" I asked. "I don't know yet" he said.
We went about tending to our responsibilities - he has to change his clothes, unpack his backpack and lunch bag, feed the dog and eat a snack. Then 30 or so minutes of play and straight to start homework. But today was so incredibly, unseasonably warm and beautiful, we stopped at the park for our play time.
For homework he had to study for his science test. At the end of the study packet was a little activity for the family. There was a list of words about natural resources including: natural resources, minerals, recycling, erosion, sand, weathering, boulder and pollution. The activity said we should include these words in our everyday language. We are a nature, outdoorsy, kind of family so we use this vocabulary often. I asked him perhaps to consider that for his poem we should use the words in the list, and mom will write a poem too?
We decided we would see how many words we could use up in one poem. He had a little trouble with rhyming, but then told me his teacher said a poem doesn't have to rhyme. At age 7, he's going through a very competitive phase. So he said yeah "let's see who writes the best poem." I said "it's not about the best poem, it's about seeing how we use the same words in our poetry but each poem will be very different."
Here are our poems:
with the titles added after we finished writing and reading them aloud to each other.
Natural Resources by Older Son, age 7
When I look up into space I see a boulder at the beach I see sand it tickles my feet.
I see a recycling factory on the way to Indiana.
To not pollution the earth I do not throw stuff on the ground.
Moms Poem:
My 7 year old son came home from school saying that after homework was done he wanted to write a poem. "What kind of poem?" I asked. "I don't know yet" he said.
We went about tending to our responsibilities - he has to change his clothes, unpack his backpack and lunch bag, feed the dog and eat a snack. Then 30 or so minutes of play and straight to start homework. But today was so incredibly, unseasonably warm and beautiful, we stopped at the park for our play time.
For homework he had to study for his science test. At the end of the study packet was a little activity for the family. There was a list of words about natural resources including: natural resources, minerals, recycling, erosion, sand, weathering, boulder and pollution. The activity said we should include these words in our everyday language. We are a nature, outdoorsy, kind of family so we use this vocabulary often. I asked him perhaps to consider that for his poem we should use the words in the list, and mom will write a poem too?
We decided we would see how many words we could use up in one poem. He had a little trouble with rhyming, but then told me his teacher said a poem doesn't have to rhyme. At age 7, he's going through a very competitive phase. So he said yeah "let's see who writes the best poem." I said "it's not about the best poem, it's about seeing how we use the same words in our poetry but each poem will be very different."
Here are our poems:
with the titles added after we finished writing and reading them aloud to each other.
Natural Resources by Older Son, age 7
When I look up into space I see a boulder at the beach I see sand it tickles my feet.
I see a recycling factory on the way to Indiana.
To not pollution the earth I do not throw stuff on the ground.
Moms Poem:
Nature Was Talking to Me
As I stood on the mountaintop,
I looked upon a special spot,
where the air, sand and sea,
felt like they were talking to me.
These natural resources are ours,
just like when you see the stars. Weathering is nature's way,
of taking some poisons away.
Erosion doesn't have to be,
the way you take her away from me.
Pollution is a danger,
Recycling is no stranger.
Use a boulder to build your home,
but replace trees when you roam.
Make Mistakes. Breath, Reflect. and Laugh.Out.Loud
As I stood on the mountaintop,
I looked upon a special spot,
where the air, sand and sea,
felt like they were talking to me.
These natural resources are ours,
just like when you see the stars. Weathering is nature's way,
of taking some poisons away.
Erosion doesn't have to be,
the way you take her away from me.
Pollution is a danger,
Recycling is no stranger.
Use a boulder to build your home,
but replace trees when you roam.
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